Luyện nghe bài hát Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

I'm from the south, Hospitality
food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks they mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy and Gold Teeth

I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers' eatin' some Soul
Clayton County let me know if you down too
Party all night my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them old they gon' feed you
I drama like Sammy Sam, I'm so plain fly
Twista, Do or Die
Car no suit and tie
boy like Willie D
Cartier wood grains like I'm Pimp C, I the flame like Bun B
I ain't from the that's Ludacris that country shit
Fish and grits, full of bits, wet paint, big rims
You can't help, but notice it, put the beat in it, dark tints
I'm coolin' it wit' my bad bitch, she sick ass not average
Country hair with good manners, Riverdale where we at

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Candy Paint and Teeth
Candy and Gold Teeth

Man I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my locs is on, and I'm so
And my top is dropped, so there's no roof and I'm shinin' hard as my gold
I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set, pray to the Lord, but don't get it
I'm the hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit
I'm from Texas bitch, no Lexus bitch
Where we ride on fours, with suicide doors part no plexis bitch
So you not test us bitch, cause we will get reckless bitch
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big Glock take more than yo' necklace bitch
Tell me who gon' check us, bitch, we outside, down for the hood we gon' ride
My gladiators, yeah go live wit' them AR's and them 4 5s
So yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause I'll pull and pop, and catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace

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Candy Paint and Gold
Paint and Gold Teeth

Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac on amazin' wheels
Seats look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut butter company and a deal
Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys ready to check the
Cause I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the
So yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cause in these streets you not safe yo' codes right
This southern living is something like you ain't never
Ask any hustler his favorite is money green
out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham hock neck bone, collard green, cornbread eatin'
We some country ass gangstas in the south
When you speak about who's hottest yo' motherfucking mouth

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Candy Paint and Gold
Paint and Gold Teeth